~ Harley ~
The Evening was supposed to be calm, except for the club's noisy atmosphere.
That was the plan.
The universe clearly missed that memo.
Because around one in the morning, the front doors of the club open, and the entire atmosphere tilts sideways.
I’m leaning against the bar talking with Elijah when it happens.
He’s halfway through explaining the club’s incredibly confusing hierarchy when his sentence stops.
Mid-word.
Which is impressive because Elijah doesn’t seem like a man who gets interrupted by much.
I glance at him.
“What?”
He’s staring toward the entrance.
Not alarmed.
Not angry.
Just tired.
Like someone just showed up who is about to create work for him.
“That,” he mutters, “is unfortunate timing.”
I turn.
And immediately understand why.
A woman just wal
